Maybe it’s cliche at this point, what with everything good left in the world turning into fodder for aspiring influencers, but I’ve always felt like Joshua Tree was one of those places that absolutely changes you, or one of those places you could really care less about. I am definitely one of the former. It is directly responsible for my somewhat secret love affair with the desert.
No. 0249_24A - Joshua Tree, 2013.
We stopped in Palm Springs for a night and made a loop through Joshua Tree on our way South. The outskirts of the park feels like one of those places that everyone just decided to forget about. Seems like the desert is full of people that were just passing through one day in 1987, got a flat tire, and never left. The park it self is too strange and bizarre to describe with any accuracy, and if I’m honest, I’ve had trouble making photographs there over the years, it’s simply too overwhelming. I try to go back as often as I can, but it’s been some time now and I’ve got the itch again.
I’m a city boy through and through these days and have been for a long time, but after that first visit to Joshua Tree I’ve had a strange longing to one day just get a flat tire in the middle of the desert, set up shop, and never leave…